My Head is killing me! What happened last night? I open my eyes to the sun just peaking over the mountains.

The open window let's in warmth, and I just know in an hour it's going to be hot. Vegas is like that. Why on earth did someone decide to put a city in the middle of the desert?

And that was before air conditioning. Seriously, what were they thinking.

I slowly get out of the bed to get my things, but when I look around, I notice I'm not in my room at all. I'm in his room.
I look at the bed to see him sleeping. Thank goodness for small miracles.

I throw my clothes on and sprint to the door.

Once I'm through, I close his door as quietly as possible. I'm safe inside my room as I lean my back against my door and have a huge sigh of relief.

I go over the itinerary from yesterday and try to remember what happens last night, but there's nothing.

I don't remember a thing. Mr. Souza had a meeting at 8 p.m. and told me to wait for him to finish.
I sat at the bar and sipped my Shirley Temple.

Mr. Souza stumbled toward me, so I tried to help him, but I remember nothing after that.